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It’s one of those days, reminiscing. You’ll probably never see this or it will get flagged. But here goes…
The year was 00 to 01. I was about 15 year old, white male, 6 foot tall at the time, blonde hair and blue eyes. I had a spiderweb tattoo on my right four arm.
You were a petite blonde.
It was in the hallway right in front of ROTC, I was walking out of wood shop. Which was at the end of the hall. You had passed and said, “hey, what up!” I said nothing and walked on by looking at you and ignoring you. Then you said, “ Forget you then“.
I stopped and look back as you passed me thinking to myself, was she talking to me? And then argued with myself, “no, she wasn’t talking to you, she would’ve got closer to you if she was talking to you. There must’ve been someone behind you she was talking to!
I hated West high school, I was depressed while attending that school. There was a rumor going around about me, people thought I was gay. I wasn’t popular at all. No one knew my name. So I didn’t understand it. I felt alone and wanted out of that place. Which I did right before 911. I dropped out and got my GED. Anyways, I often think about you. I wonder if you truly were talking to me.
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